Merradin was quiet for a few moments, face straightening out. He leaned against the base of the statue, eyes drawn towards the lights of Ketra's palace, and the dragon knight barracks that loomed in the hills behind the palace. Then, he met her eyes with his own, lightning to her gold.
"I do. And I miss my mother as well," he started, and he took a swig from the bottle.
"She was so proud of me when I flew off on my own. I was happy too, even if I knew I'd never see her again..."
he trailed off, playing with the bottle's cork in his unoccupied hand. He wanted to change the subject now. Merradin motioned to the statue he was leaning against.
"You know, this is my favorite statue in Ketra. Except for my horns, the carvers didn't get that detail right."
He looked back up, smirking at the statue version of himself as it struggled in vain against the ambition of man.
"The king put it up to commemorate my capture."